West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on June 04, 2014 by Tobias
West
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That momentary lift to her hand sees those dark eyes slice downward, the boy so very aware of all around him, despite the manner in which he so often seems to exist within his own mind alone. He steps forward within the same instant, seeking to press her back, searching for that weakness upon her, that slight step back she so unconsciously offers bringing a shadow of a simper to his lips once more as her attempts to touch him are seemingly forgotten, that defiance within her gaze so contradicted by her momentary yield and yet a yield of any kind is all he needs, assured once more that she is given to remember her place- beneath him. His demeanour seems to relax slightly, content within himself in that though indeed this new found...fire within her, this spark is an unusual thing, a curious thing, one his mind does not fully comprehend as he sees fit to treat her just like any other woman- at least for now, refusing her any form of prior knowledge until he utters her name, personality seeming to shift once more, suddenly seeking her...approval in a way, determined to know if this is the woman he remembers, her assurance that he has assigned her the correct name seeing his head nod momentarily before he seizes her pendant, the object turned over and over within his hand, oblivious to her sudden gasp, attracted it would seem, to anything that shines, memories once more entangled within the forefront of his consciousness. This momentary gentleness however is rapidly lost within the predatory edge to his nature as he proceeds to circle about her, fractured mind seeming to absorb the sight of her from every angle, seeking to tease forward any tendril of fear from her, instinct assuring him she holds no physical weakness and as such he searches for another, something to tease with, to play with. It is simply the way he is, simply his nature, that volatile, darkly dangerous side evidently content to play with her, though why cannot be said, mind so rapidly beginning to remember the woman.

Her sudden words see his motion halted, as if her voice has somehow broken whatever hold that animalistic side of himself had found upon his mind, yet it is the snarls of the dog that readily achieve a reaction, dark eyes cut downward toward the animal as he shifts back and away, displeasure lining his features. He will not respect what does not force him to do so, his fractured mind seeming to remember some....but not all of the woman before him, seeming to test her in these moments, to find his own boundary, to see how far he can push against her before she snaps, to see if that boundary has changed. Her newfound confidence is a....confusing thing to him, eyes narrowed slightly as her eyes roll and she speaks up, her words....displeasing to him as one eye lifts slightly and his hands pull away from her neck, her skin free of the marks he had once left there, wounds healed over time as a growl rises in his throat.

"This place....is mine. I am...Leader here. You are not...allowed...you have to...pay."

He simply reiterates once more, refusing to relent upon this topic, agitation clear within his form now as a touch of leopard gold seems to flare within his gaze. He does not tolerate......insubordination. Emma just as all those whom call the west home- beneath him, he is sure. All except Tetra and......that woman, the one he hides from now, bent to his command within the West. That she is not a Were, that she cannot scent his markers, that his boundary lines are not clear to her remains oblivious to him, he does not understand, fathoms only that she is within a land has not given permission for her to be in. Her words seem to distract him from his chaotic resolve once more, dark gaze flicked down to her own as she speaks words...unusual to him, not entirely understood, dismissed with callous ease as he offers her little more then a darkened stare. Unable to understand exactly what she is attempting to say and no longer wishing to puzzle it, his ability to perceive time a limited thing, evident in this moment though indeed it would seem he holds nothing against her for leaving, his own stay within that town a limited thing. The movement of a shadow sees the young man very near pivot in place, wild, untamed eyes rapidly searching the area. That he is....wary of something is evidently clear in these moments, form tense, agitated as he turns back towards her, given to notice her outstretched hand in this moment as his gaze seizes upon it, eyes widening now as he freezes, her words offered so gently towards him as she reaches so carefully forward as if she attempts to pet a feral animal, heated fingers outstretched. He remembers...her warmth....her touch ad yet it has been...so long, mind unsteady, insecure as he shifts, her hand so very close to him, toned form near shaking with the effort of attempting to remain still before he suddenly and abruptly pulls away and out of her reach, head shaking.

"No......I do not....like...that."

He is not ready, it would seem, to permit such a thing from her, at least, not yet, dark eyes still lingering against her own warily now, remaining just out of her reach before instinct and animalistic demand seem to rise against him once more, that lithe, toned frame moved forward again, though his command in this is swift.

"Do not....touch me."

This is not a suggestion, those chocolate hued eyes firm against her own, seeking to assure himself she has understood before he moves forward once more, circling back around her, standing behind her once more, oblivious to the fear this may cause within her, to her weakness for him alone. He is unwilling, perhaps, to allow her to touch him, yet that he seems to hold limited reservation in regards to her are clear. He stands behind her simply to limit her ability to touch him, seeming so fascinated with the creamy flesh of her neck once more. He is a dominant being, he always will be, desires entirely that she submit to him, that she allow him to have that claim over her once more. It is simply the way of the Were, biting is submission, her lack of an animal form seeming not to dissuade him, it is simply the same, just as Tetra sort to bite down on the snow leopards neck- Tobias seeks the same domination now. He will let her stay within his territory, allow her closer to himself perhaps- if he is allowed a certain degree of...ownership, one finger brushing ever so lightly against her neck once more.

"Does Emma....want to stay here?"

Perhaps she will not understand and yet, surely she remembers his....methods in this, whether she will still allow him to command her in this way, remains to be seen, form lingering so close behind her, determined to test her new found confidence to the extreme and see if she is willing to allow him this or not.


Tobi
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